Excerpts From A Story Ill Never Write

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She lived through the filter that laid between her cold blue lips as she shivered on the back porch warming her lungs with each breath. Leaving a ring of watermelon lipgloss every time the smoke escaped her mouth. Her eyes bloodshot from tears, staring at the ground. Him watching from afar wanting so badly to touch her. A silent picture taken and he disappears. Fed up with the harsh winds she rubs the bottom of the cigaret against the sole of her shoe, never looking back.

Once inside she covers the smell of burnt tobacco with a cooling perfume and falls asleep with her earbuds just loud enough not to hear him enter. Putting his keys down on the dining room table he walks through the house looking for her. She jolts awake as his fists beat against the wooden door that was separating her from the thing she dreaded most, her father.

"Isabell open this damn door" his deep ragged voice spit. She rushed across the room unlocking the door making sure as he came in she stood straight up looking ahead of her.

"What did I say about locking your door" He said inspecting her room.

"Locked doors hold secrets behind them" Isabell said loud and clearly wishing he would leave the room.

"What secrets were being held behind this one?" he asked now looking into her green eyes.

"Nothing that you wouldn't approve of dad" she forced a bright smile at him.

"I would approve of the cigaret smoke your jacket smells like?" her stomach dropped and her throat dried up.

"I was with Sadie. You know she smokes" She lied.

"I never did like that girl. As long as you didn't because cigarettes are-

"The second most leading cause of cancer I know dad." she interrupted which irritated her father.

"Dinner at 6. No leaving tonight. " he looked at her once more before closing the door back. A breathe of relief filled the room.